Divorce

Su Jian gazed at herself in the mirror while feeling quite satisfied with Jin Pingchuan's sense of aesthetics. However, as she continued to look at her reflection, an unsettling thought suddenly crossed her mind: Had Jin Pingchuan been this attentive to other women in the past to the point of choosing their clothes and cooking for them?

For some reason, this thought made Su Jian feel uncomfortable.

As she sat at the dining table, Su Jian admired Jin Pingchuan's busy morning masterpiece: fish congee, freshly steamed dumplings, and a plate of sautéed mushrooms that gave off vibrant colors.

"Jin Pingchuan, are you always this good to women?" Su Jian took a sip of the fish congee and found it delicious. She could not resist sneaking in a few more spoonfuls.

Jin Pingchuan was busy preparing the dipping sauce for the dumplings. He heard her question and replied, "I'm only this good to the woman I like." After a moment's pause, he added, "Well, let me be honest. This is the first time I've cooked breakfast for a woman. I'm usually lazy and settle for a quick breakfast. But now that I have a wife and a home, things are different. You deserve a good breakfast. From now on, whenever I'm home, I'll prepare breakfast for you. You can sleep in and not worry about anything else..." As he spoke, he even brought a dumpling to Su Jian's mouth. He did not forget to remind her with a smile, "Careful, it's hot..."

Su Jian did not shy away. She obediently opened her mouth and took a bite of the dumpling. She had been taking care of others since a young age. This was the first time she experienced being taken care of. It felt wonderful to be pampered.

Jin Pingchuan was an attentive man. After breakfast, he packed the remaining fish congee in a thermos bottle and brought it to the hospital.

Yao Qin tasted Jin Pingchuan's food and was extremely pleased. She whispered to Su Jian, "Finally, you won't have to work so hard. Having a husband who can cook is a woman's greatest happiness." Soonafter, she found an excuse to send Jin Pingchuan away and asked Su Jian, "How was your night?"

Su Jian immediately stiffened up. She wasn't good at sharing intimate details of her married life, even with her mother.

"No, Mom. I told him to take it slow and focus on building our relationship..." Su Jian thought she would be scolded again. To her surprise, Yao Qin nodded. "That's good, I had not misjudged him. Jin Pingchuan is a good man. He knows how to care for you and understand your feelings."

"Mom, weren't you urging us to have children quickly? Why..." Su Jian was puzzled.

"I was just testing the two of you. There's no rush in having a child. The most important thing now is to have a harmonious relationship between you and your husband. Even if I don't live long enough to see you give birth, it's alright. When the time comes, just visit my grave and let me know." Yao Qin patted the back of Su Jian's hand. She had long been indifferent about her impending death.

On the contrary, Su Jian's expression turned sour every time she heard Yao Qin mention it.

"Oh, by the way, not long after you and Jin Pingchuan left last night, Su Xingyuan came back. He was furious and wanted to find you. His attitude was still as bad as ever. This is on me. I pampered Xingyuan when he was young. Su Jian, I'll have to rely on you in the future..." Yao Qin furrowed her brows at the mention of Su Xingyuan.

"Mom, Sis." Just as they were talking about Su Xingyuan, he walked in. He seemed to have calmed down.

"You're right on time. Your sister and I were just talking about you. When will you grow up a little so that your sister and I don't have to worry so much?" Yao Qin scolded him immediately.

Su Xingyuan didn't dare to retort and could only listen silently.

When Yao Qin grew tired of scolding and wanted to rest, Su Xingyuan pulled Su Jian's hand. "Sis, let's go outside. I have something to tell you."

Su Jian tucked Yao Qin in and got up to follow Su Xingyuan. He had been observing her and inadvertently noticed the purple mark on her neck. His expression turned grim.

Although Su Xingyuan was only 20 years old, he knew what that implied. Had that man touched his sister? He almost burst into flames at that thought.

Su Xingyuan tightly grasped Su Jian's hand. "Sis, can you divorce him?"

Last night, after hearing from Su Jian that she had registered her marriage with Jin Pingchuan and that the marriage certificate was at home, he had hurried back.